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Night went, and morning came.

As always, it was a pain to get down from the rope, collect all his things from around the room, and unfurl the hammock from the rafters. But it was always a neccisity he thought to himself.

As Tomlin put on his jacket, his noticed that the burn that he had on his chest from the day before had shrunk in size, looking more now like a rope burn than a large spoltch.
"Good thing I got ye at such a good price.." he said as he patted the hammock, strung together of ropes from the robe belts of clerical monks.

He shoved the hammock into his bag, ruffled his hair a bit, then put on his hat and headed out of his room.

Merro came awake by degrees, feeling warmth and the heaviness of a coverlet, noticing the texture of the pillow she rubbed her face in, realizing she was not at home and becoming a bit more self-aware and then finally blinking open her eyes. Staring squint-eyed over the edge of the bed at the uninteresting and unfamiliar vista of table, chairs, and door for a minute or two, Merro tried to reorient herself with her current situation.

Her eyes rested upon the chair that Letalus had occupied and then she shut them tight and buried her face into her pillow again, groaning at herself. What evil charm did Letalus keep about him that shredded her self-possession the closer he got to her? She'd silently endured countless vile insults and beatings from the man she loathed most in the world but let Letalus berate her for acting like a spoilt noblewoman or give her a sneering look and she would lose control and screech at him like a banshee. Too sleepy yet to try and sort anything out, she shelved the problem by simply deciding to keep as much distance between herself and her captor as possible.

Keeping her eyes turned away from the morning light streaming in through the window, she sighed and crept out of bed, knowing that there was much to be done that day. She would need to find Leana and have the girl show her the way to the best pawn shop, and there were more purchases to be made as well. Merro had clothing enough for now, but they would need more than that to make it comfortably to Mount Kiadawel. Her feet touched down upon the floor well enough, but once she got up she was suddenly taken by a wave of nausea and dizziness, and she ended up landing upon her hands and knees.

Breathing shakily and blinking, Merro wondered with a touch of fear whether the sword was draining her again, but then she realized that somehow she could still feel an excess of energy residing throughout her entire body. The prior day's events should have been more than could have been cured by one short night's rest, but the physical fatigue was negligible. Merro realized all of a sudden that she'd not had any food since leaving her father's keep, and no water since a sip upon waking up in Birell's jail.

Food first, she amended silently, with a shake of her head at forgetting such a thing in all the excitement. Taking a deep breath, Merro turned back to the bed and used it to help herself up, and then gasped in surprise as she caught sight of the figure in the window embrasure.

"Merciful Saints, could you not let me know you were there?!" she blurted, her voice a sleep-cracked rasp. She narrowed her eyes as it came to her that he'd actually spent the night in the same room, and she rose up to add some more choice words, but paused as there was no reply, nor indeed any sort of response at all. She stepped closer curiously, a little smile quirking her lips at seeing him so soundly asleep. Creeping closer and then bending close to peep inquiringly past his bangs, she murmured,

"Witless man, staying alone with me a night when you know there's a risk of being discovered. Who'd he kill first; me for becoming unmarriageable or you for making me so?"

The smile fell slowly from her face and a frown appeared instead.

"Letalus?"

She stared at him, at how silent and still he was. How completely still. She called him again, louder, and then grabbed his wrist in a sudden panic. Her fingers jerked back before she could give him the shake she'd intended, finding the skin fearfully cold. Snatching at a desperate hope that his limbs were simply chilled from a night spent shirtless by a window, Merro grabbed at his face and neck, knocking her forehead against him as she held a palm to his face and stared intently.

What she sought, she did not find, and she stepped so quickly back from the body that she seemed to fly back from a blow, fetching up against the wall with her hands clasped tightly over her mouth. Merro stayed frozen for a long moment and then ran out from the room. Once in the hallway, she glanced wildly back and forth at the other doors, hardly knowing from whom she sought aid, nor what aid she thought someone might be able to provide. Her eyes were wide and her air panicked, her breath came in short gasps and she looked hardly less wild than last night after the werewolf's demise.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he noticed a commotion coming from down the hallway. "What the devil.." he said under his breath, heading that way.

Merro's behavior was so odd, but it was clear she was in so much shock that she probably couldn't think straight. Leana put a hand on her shoulder to try to comfort her but having no idea what the effect would be.

"Wait...Merro..." she said, trying to contemplate the words herself. "You can't wake him? Him who? What are you talking about?"

Unpleasantly startled at being touched, Merro involuntarily started and shied away from Leana's attempt at gentling her. Before she could attempt to explain, she realized that Sentelle had appeared from the room across the hall and approached.

Sentelle was apparently not a morning person. Merro's natural reaction to being so casually dismissed without so much as a common greeting shook some of the haze from her state of mind, and though she had not any time to think things through completely, it struck her as an exceedingly bad thing for this woman to walk into their room and find a dead man on the window ledge. She put a hand out to the doorframe and took a step sideways as well to place herself in the way, though trying to make it look as if she simply were preparing to step back into the room.

"Good morn, Lady ZhaDurn," she said, attempting to keep her voice steady and not quite succeeding. "If it is solitude you desire, then your prayers might best be said in the room where you stayed the night." Her eyes cut over to Leana and a new thought inspired her.

"Leana has come to accompany me on my errands and I need to dress. I do thank you for bringing me my sword, however." She nodded her head in what she hoped seemed like grateful acknowledgment and held out her hand with a faint smile. That last bit had been complete impulse, but it seemed a good one.

ooc: My apologies, but Merro refused to stand aside. ._.;

"I would be too, with all this muttering and non-sensical bickering about." Tomlin said, quite audible to the rest of the people in the hallway. "Better a day with a full stomache than an empty one..." he trailed as he passed, heading downstairs and into the hallway towards the main common room.

Nova was graciously spoiled by the two, giddy noblewomen; their social status obviously pointed out by the sheer frivolous nature they had with money and their attitude towards the employees of the inn. Though the she often shunned to mistreatment of any living soul, she really enjoyed the taste and flavor of prepared meat too well for her own good.

Nova laid on her back, stretched out atop the bar in front of three plates of bone remains. She hardly ate this much, but she was incredibly famished this morning. She sported a ferrety smile across her muzzle as she allowed the women to "massage" her head and belly with their fingers. Luckily she could drown out the annoying squealing of the two females.